WC: 523
The day was early and the sun had not yet risen. Since the attack of those wolves upon Salsola, the tenebrous female had been more at ease. The restlessness of her broken mind and soul were quenched at least for a moment, for she had been able to set her body into motion. The fight was what she had wanted, however unsatisfactorily it had ended. Had she won, had she lost? She could not tell. The opponent had run off with the rest of the intruders, and she had not been able to pursue him. However, the fighting had not all been ruthless. Salvia had rewarded her with another privilege: the privilege to hunt. Her master had given her another gift, and for that the fighting slave was grateful once more. The Korean continued to serve Salvia with compliance, the shattered mind comprehending only the great ‘kindness’ that her master exhibited. The dark mind cared only for her belligerent art of war.
And so, she had risen early while night was still master of the world. Unrelentingly, His presence was there. In the corner where the shadows were darkest, He sat and watched her with black, dead eyes, His presence so filling her with a dread that she had grown accustom to avoiding allowing her gaze to fall there. He was the only thing, it seemed, that still struck fear within the fighter. And He was but a shade.
He was left behind in the house. She went out early to practice, pushing her body to limits, overloading it in order to improve. She thought often of the fight with that intruder. How better could she attack him? How better could she utilize the sole purpose of her life? But as she brought her practice to an end, at least for that dark morning. She shifted to her natural shape. She would hunt before her master awoke, and after feeding herself, she would bring back a good portion for her master, Salvia, who toiled now with the prey-beasts' foals.
Tenebrous paws carried her quietly across the land. The dark body was but part of the shadows, indiscernible in the half-light of pre-dawn. She crossed the paths of the stables where the other slaves slept. She paused. Something lurked there in the darkness. It did not seem to threaten her. The white orbs considered it. Was it something she could kill and eat? The dark plume moved thoughtfully behind her sinewy rump. Her posture changed immediately. Her body fell further into the grass, and she became a venomous snake. The Jindo-wolf’s gaze grew alert, a similar frenzy of the fight entering the fathomless depths. But as she drew closer she saw that it was but another slave. The shadowy fae paused, straightening her posture. The wolf tilted her head slightly as she considered him with cold calculation. It was as if she did not identify with this slave, as if she were somehow higher than him. But such was the arrogance of the shattered mind. And that mind thought: how would I defeat him in a fight? That mind thought: dominate.
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